Jamie Sheppard | National Security (absolutecontrol) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-31 04:59:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | national security, nuclear power |
Control is everything.
Who: Nuclear Power (brighter_tmrw) & National Security (absolutecontrol)
What: The Antichrist sucks! Calm down! YOU CALM DOWN! OW!
Where: Jamie's flat.
When: Monday, late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: Language
By the time Enola called to tell Jamie she was dropping by, the wall separating the kitchen from the former dining-room was gone, too. His home had become very spacious. Very, very spacious, and he wasn't sure he liked it that way. It felt so open and... unprotected.
At least, he'd cleared out the remains of the wall and managed to tidy everything up. Yes. At least it was clean.
There was a half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and he was lying stretched out on his new pale green couch. He was sure he'd picked a darker shade but couldn't bring himself to care much at the moment.
Frakking Antichrist had the audacity to show up at National Security's home! Whoever gave that bastard the address would never have a single happy moment in their life ever again.